The days wane on
My purpose feels gone
Gift my men, the fruits of my heart
Food, home and loving are my art
In a box so beautiful and contained
Yearning to feel full; it can't be feigned
Food, alcohol, do their best
To pleasure me, distract me and full fill me
Leaving me duller, fatter - yet not satisfied - I seek to be fully gratified
More, more, more - I want it all
Action, connection, depth - do I feel into others at all?
Remembering who I am - Divine Love, no gesture too small
When lost in my thoughts....
I desire to remember to plug in to Love's call
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